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I often wonder about the origins of certain common idioms of the "English" language. I mean what would happen if, when laughing really hard, my butt really did fall off? I wouldn't have any place left to stash my head.

I've been on this forum for quite a while now. I've made several friends and miss several friends who have passed on. Supporting the forum is well worth what I'm able to chip in. P.S. The big ape sure puts a lot of work in to keep us entertained and well behaved. Thanks much!

Praying for a recovery miracle.

Another goofy story from my kid-dom or kiddumb...whatever. As a kid, I hated vampire movies. They scared me to death and gave me nightmares. We had two siamese cats. We named our cats after baking companies. No...I don't know why...but their names were Pillsbury and Betty Crocker. Yes, there...

I tried, Rusty...I tried.

My wife thinks they all went down with the boat.

Sorry to read the sad news. Will sure say a prayer for those enduring this time of loss.

Sometimes, tough times call for stress-relieving humor. When I was in the hospital following craniotomy brain surgery (yes, medical proof that I have a brain), my wife and sister were visiting me in the ICU. I was unconscious at the time as the picture shows. My wife looked at me with the wrap...

I avoid pants.

I only use Dawn to wash the ducks.

Glad you're back. I've been waiting to ask what is the best caliber handgun for defending yourself against bears.

My grandpa was a fairly quiet and calm individual with a sneaky sense of humor. He was a dedicated family man at home, a hard-working gardner on our two acres, a dedicated handyman at church, and a sportsman who enjoyed hunting and fishing. One time while Grandpa was fishing with us, he walked...

Wherever the "walk" takes you, God bless you.

Don't forget the top story...

Is Fozzy Bear still alive? He and the two old guys in the balcony kept me in stitches.

Next thing you know, somebody will post that Elvis died too. It's all news to me.

He could create better fake conversations on the phone than I can in real life. Good bye, Dr. Hartley.

I wish I could afford a bari sax. Always love an unmistakable bari riff.

Coltrane died on yesterday's date in 1967. Here's a picture of him standing behind Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie--three legends.

So a friend said to me, "Hey. Don't act stupid." I looked at him and said, "Who's acting?"